Hymn 445
Speak, I pray Thee, gentle Jesus!

1. Speak, I pray Thee, gentle Jesus! O how passing sweet Thy words Breathing oer my troubled spirit Peace which never earth affords, All the worlds distracting voices All the enticing tones of ill, At Thy accents mild, melodious, Are subdued, and all is still. 2. Tell me Thou art mine, O Saviour, Grant me an assurance clear, Banish all my dark misgivings, Still my doubting, calm my fear, O my soul within me yearneth Now to hear Thy voice divine So shall grief be gone for ever, And despair no more be mine.

Hymn 445 THE PCN New Haven, Enugu